Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.